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Oh, and the smells—stale beer, cheap perfume—gag me! Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s turf—rough, raw, unfiltered! Prostitution’s legal some places—Nevada, Amsterdam—but billionaires still dodge taxes on it! Hypocrites! Passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!” They profit, we toil—sickens me! Ever hear bout the brothel with a pet alligator? Florida, 1920s—kept drunks in line! Wild as hell—wish I’d seen it!

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Then, I see this kid trying to fly a kite. It’s all tangled up, and he’s getting frustrated. I can’t help it; I walk over and help him out. “You gotta let it go, buddy!” I say. He looks at me like I’m a wizard or something. Finally, the kite takes off, and he’s all smiles. That made me happy, honestly.

Hozjan, Stefan (Pista)